“I’m thirsty.” Way to ruin my moment Spence!

“Lots of water in the sea” was my smart-ass reply.

She slapped my arm then sat up by my side – I already miss her warmth. She started to shiver so I, too, sat up and wrapped my arm around her in a way that she is snuggled by my side while both our bodies are inside the hoodie

“Seriously Ash, I’m thirsty.” She insisted.

“And I told you that there’s lots of wa…”

“I want a soda.”

“Really? That’s great.”

“I really really want a soda.” I know what’s she’s playing at – she wants me to get the drink for her. Well, two can play this game.

“That’s really really great.”

“I wouldn’t be thirsty if you hadn’t provoked me into running after you.”

“No, you wouldn’t be thirsty if you didn’t go all maniac and chased me.”

“You still owe me for the sand you put in my shirt.”

“…” Right, I forgot about that.

She then lifted her head and whispered into my ear, “Ash, I said you still owe me for the sand you put in my shirt.”

“…” I’m fighting a loosing battle here.

She laid her head at the crock of my neck and I can feel a smile forming on her lips. “I want a Pepsi, Ash.” She said in a bit muffled voice.

Sighing, I finally gave in. “Ok. Fine Fine.”

I let her go and stood up. I offered my hand so that she can stand too and we both walked back under the foot bridge.

“Wait for me here.” I told her while removing my hoodie. I tossed the hoodie to her then collected my shoes and started walking back to the house.

When I reached the house, a lot of people are still up and about. Of course, most of them are drunk as hell, but still, you have to admire their determination to party. Anyway, I made my way into the kitchen and was thankful that there are still sodas left. I grabbed two and was about to go back out when I heard my name being called. I turn around and came face to face with Carmen.

“Hey, I was looking for you.” She told me.

“Oh, why?” Because I was not looking for you. But since you’re here I can now skin you alive for making Spencer unhappy.

“I was just wondering if you have seen Spencer.”

“Maybe I have…”

“I just wanted to apologize for ignoring her when I saw my friend. I just really miss my friend. But I really want to hang out with her. So…” She said while scratching the back of her neck.

I eyed her carefully and, well, this is another chance for them to get together. After debating with myself I gave her the sodas and told her, “Spencer is down at the beach, under the foot bridge. She’s thirsty, so take those with you. I’m telling you right now, don’t ever ignore her like that again. She deserves so much better. Ok? Don’t screw this up.”

She nod and headed out the back door down to the beach. I went to the patio, where you can see the foot bridge and looked at Carmen’s retreating form. When she finally arrived under the foot bridge, I can tell that Spencer wasn’t expecting her. And even though I can’t see Spencer’s smile, I know, by her actions, that she was very pleased to see Carmen. After a few more seconds, I headed back in the house to give them privacy.

Yes, privacy.

That’s what I keep on telling myself in order to mask the truth that I can’t look at them when they are happy together.

It hurts too much.